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100 words: They Fight Crime!
May. 2nd, 2007 10:12 amHorace Goldstein wore a yarmulke under his military beret. Lucia wouldn't have guessed that the smooth-talking mercenary believed in anything at all, but she was to discover that Horace was full of surprises.
They'd met in a smoky bar in Algiers' marine quarter. Unexpectedly holding up his end of a conversation about Phoenician architecture, he'd charmed his way into her bed despite her reservations.
She didn't share her mother's gift for premonition, so she couldn't know that before the year was out, she'd be leading a bloody coup in the western Sahara with freedom fighters from the Polisario Front.
He's a suave Jewish Green Beret gone bad. She's a radical gypsy archaeologist with an incredible destiny. They fight crime!
(okay, it's not very good, but once i got the first sentence i couldn't stop myself.)
They'd met in a smoky bar in Algiers' marine quarter. Unexpectedly holding up his end of a conversation about Phoenician architecture, he'd charmed his way into her bed despite her reservations.
She didn't share her mother's gift for premonition, so she couldn't know that before the year was out, she'd be leading a bloody coup in the western Sahara with freedom fighters from the Polisario Front.
He's a suave Jewish Green Beret gone bad. She's a radical gypsy archaeologist with an incredible destiny. They fight crime!
(okay, it's not very good, but once i got the first sentence i couldn't stop myself.)
